Category FF Prompt 30 | Day 2

The giants *   I saw you counting beans. Before dawn. Secretly. Counting them, tears would fall from your eyes and the beans would swell. We were many mouths. These were not enough. The children….. Priorities and full smiles. I…...

Poverty She got off on Waterloo Bridge and went to the river, she loved the river. She paused and licked her lips, time for an overpriced sandwich. He was on a bench, the sign read, “HUNGRY”.  … This content is…...

“Where’s Daddy?” they asked. “When’s he coming home?” Anna recalled her mother’s words – When poverty comes in the front door, love goes out the back. “We’ll manage without him,” she said, and hugged them close…. This content is for…...

“Stay,” I commanded. She raised an eyebrow. “Please?” Softer this time.  “No.”  “But the diamonds and the car…” “Keep them! I will not be bought.”  She stormed out.  I sighed. Time to look for another. … This content is for members…...

Cornflakes for dinner again. With water, since Dad used the last of the milk in his tea. Tastes like sugary waterlogged confetti, gets stuck between my teeth. I eat it by candlelight, pretend I’m camping…. This content is for members…...

She remembers her mother’s fear of becoming a “bag lady” when she became old. She’d understood that poverty is dangerous. Nonetheless, she runs from him, the only life she’s ever known, heart set on freedom. … This content is for members…...

His dick was lifelessly floating in a swamp of tepid spit barely contained by sticky lips. What poverty! Young, approval-seeking eyes no longer guaranteed gritty commitment to the task at hand, or rather, in mouth. … This content is for members…...